The In Death Collection Books 16-20 - J. D. Robb [79]
The faintest hint of a smile touched his mouth. “Oh, Lieutenant, all manner of things. But not for quite some time.” He walked over to the panel in the wall, pressed, and opened the wide, recessed bar. He chose whiskey and had her stomach churning again.
“Okay. What, did you lose all your money?”
“No.” He nearly laughed. “I’d have handled that better than I’ve handled this. You. All of it. Christ Jesus, I’ve mucked this up.” He took a drink, took a breath. “It has to do with my mother.”
“Oh.” Of all the things that had gone through her mind, this hadn’t been so much as a blip on the radar screen. “Did she contact you? Does she want something? If she’s giving you grief I can help—flash the badge, whatever.”
He shook his head, drank. “She didn’t contact me. She’s dead.”
She opened her mouth, shut it again. Shaky ground, she decided. Family deals were always shaky ground. “I’m trying to figure out what to say. I’m sorry if you are. But . . . you haven’t seen her since you were a kid, right? You said she walked, and that was that.”
“That’s what I said, yes, and that’s what I believed. All this time believed. But it happens the woman who walked wasn’t my mother. I thought she was and that was that. I’ve learned differently.”
“Okay. How did you learn about it?”
Calm, he thought. Calm and cool, his cop, when she had something to puzzle out. And how foolish he’d been not to tell her right off. He stared into the glass, then walked over to sit on the sofa.
“I met a woman at the shelter, a counselor there. She’s from Dublin, and she told me a story I didn’t believe at first. Didn’t want to believe. About a young girl she’d tried to help. A young girl and her child.”
Slowly, Eve walked over to sit beside him. “You?”
“Me. She was very young, this girl, and from the west. A farm in the west. She’d come to Dublin for the adventure, and to work. And she met Patrick Roarke.”
He told her the rest.
“You’ve verified it? The counselor, everything she told you. You’re sure it’s not some scam.”
“Very sure.” He wanted another whiskey, but didn’t have the energy to get up and pour. “This girl who was my mother tried to give me a family, to do what was right. She loved him, I imagine, and was afraid of him. He had a way of making women love, and fear him. But she loved me, Eve.”
Eve’s fingers linked with his, and gave him comfort. Steadied by it, he brought their joined hands to his lips. “I could see it in the picture of us. She never left me. He killed her. Another thing he was good at was destroying beauty and innocence. He killed her, and brought Meg back.”
He laid his head back, looked up at the ceiling. “They were married. I found those records. Married before he met and ruined my mother, but there were no children. Maybe Meg couldn’t give him a son, so he cast her out. Or she’d had enough of his whoring and scheming and left him. Hardly matters why.”
He gave what passed for a shrug, keeping his eyes closed as fatigue dragged at him. “A girl like Siobhan Brody would have appealed to him. So young and malleable, so ripe for plucking. And when she had me, he’d have little use for a young girl like her, nagging at him to marry her and make a proper family.”
“She was with him for, what, under two years. But wouldn’t someone have told her about Meg? Wouldn’t someone have told her he was already married?”
“If they did, he’d have lied his way around it. He had a quick and clever tongue, and was always ready with the credible lie.”
“Or, you have a girl, not even twenty, gone over this guy and pregnant by him—maybe already a little afraid of him. Could be she just didn’t hear what people said.”
“True enough. Though there’d have been those back in that day, back in his prime, who’d have risked speaking of him in a way he’d dislike. But if Meg’s name came to her ears, she may have pretended not to hear.”
He fell silent for a moment, thinking it through. “Meg was more his match, if you understand me. Hard, with a liking for drink and a fast pound. Siobhan, she’d have irritated him eventually, simply